One some days love is a rose
A mantle of joy
And breath-stealing tenderness
Melodies spill effortlessly
Beneath its
Caress
On some days I cannot write
About love
Because it hurts too much
As I tremble beneath
Its bittersweet
Double-edged touch
J~
ooh, I felt this. You touched on 'real' here. Great write Janet.
ReplyDeleteThank-you for feeling it.
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